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A Tried and Tested Solution

Answers from afar

By Colleen Millsteed Published about a year ago 1 min read
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She slept through the celebrations and hid within her dreams,

Because it’s there that she gets to live a different reality,

A better one? Not necessarily!

One where she gets to experience a different perspective.

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She flies under the radar and makes different decisions,

Tries out solutions on the detrimental thoughts within her head,

All the while comfortably resting in her bed,

Peacefully working throughout the night.

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She wanders her latest nightmare, unafraid and unapologetic,

Although she knows what’s coming in her awakening,

Where she turns to solitude, pressure disabling,

In anticipation of what is closing in.

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She laughs at the shock, the expressions of victim grandeur,

Foretelling the drama, the story that will reign,

She can hear it now, the disbelief that’ll feign,

But the outcome has always been written in the stars.

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Her time has arisen, the days will venture on,

She wrote the answers for all the world to see,

Ignorance is a sloppy outcome of pride indeed,

That is one truth she firmly believes.

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Censorship is not part of her repertoire,

She has a mind sharp as a tack,

Expression is a way of working the pain, not a nit-picking attack,

But she’s given up trying to convince all the same.

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Memories will insist, falsities rising to the fore,

Heartbeats race as forever evolves in the moonlight,

A ritual of peace, the disintegration of one more fight,

And a gift of obsolescence, attraction free to blossom.

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She learned so much in such a short grace of minutes, hours,

Trusting the process, working the toil,

An age old recipe burnt to cinders on an essential boil,

And when she woke upon a new year, the confusion dissipated, clearing the veil from her eyes.

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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago

    Oooo, I learned a new word from you today, obsolescence! Loved your poem!

  • Komalabout a year ago

    A mesmerizing piece! It captures the surreal dance between dreams and reality, where solutions are crafted in slumber and truths are uncovered in waking. Truly empowering and beautifully written!✨

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